by the river, a bun in my hands
I pretend death doesn’t exist
spring is coming buzzing over plum trees
spring is coming it’s already spring in nanjing
the columns are moving toward kyiv military columns
on the river, a bun in my hands
I pretend death doesn’t exist
but death is coming and death is buzzing
over plum trees over cherries and quince
the ruthless stinging of metal bees
spring is coming it’s already spring in nanjing
the columns move toward kyiv military columns
I read the news feed
cry straight into my bun
~ from https://lithub.com/i-pretend-death-doesnt-exist-
new-poetry-from-ukraine-by-iryna-shuvalova/
